The rain poured harder now, slicking the streets in a sheen of black glass.
Abomination stomped forward, claws dragging through concrete, eyes burning with feral rage. His voice was guttural, broken like gravel grinding together.
"Who… are you?" he snarled, saliva dripping from jagged teeth.
Alex tilted his head, expression calm, unshaken by the monster towering over him.
"Me? I'm a doctor." His lips curled into a cold smirk. "And you? You're just guy who is killing my precious patients… so I'll have to put you down."
He lifted his glowing hand, black and gold energy swirling into his fist, and smiled faintly. "Now, let's see if you're worth the trouble."
Abomination let out an ear-splitting roar and charged, the ground splintering beneath his weight. Alex didn't flinch. At the last second, he thrust his palm forward, releasing a concussive blast that rippled the air.
BOOOOM!
The force exploded outward, the shockwave creating a sonic boom that sent debris flying and soldiers tumbling back. Abomination was ripped off his feet, flung into a row of shattered buildings, rubble raining down around him.
The ground smoked where Alex stood, his coat shredded from the backlash. He shrugged it off his shoulders, letting it fall into the mud.
Underneath, his muscles glowed faintly beneath the skin, veins laced with black-gold fire. His eyes gleamed bright emerald green, cutting through the storm like beacons.
"I guess I am stronger than you," Alex said, rolling his neck until it cracked, his grin sharp.
Abomination roared again, dragging himself from the rubble, his massive chest heaving. His fury only seemed to grow, his form bulging with more muscle, more rage.
Alex spread his stance, flexing his fists as the glow around him brightened, lightning-like sparks cracking at his heels.
"Come on then," he taunted, voice low and mocking. "Show me if you're really Hulk's rival… or just another lab accident that needs cleaning up."
With another deafening roar, Abomination thundered forward again—this time faster, angrier, more brutal.
And Alex ran straight into him, two unstoppable forces colliding in the storm.
The storm-torn skyline glared with firelight and electricity as the two titans collided again. Abomination roared, swinging a slab of concrete like a club, only for Alexander Morrow to meet it barehanded. The impact cracked like a cannon shot, stone exploding into shards that pattered against broken windows.
The camera zoomed in shakily, catching the impossible detail—Morrow, standing tall in his torn coat, rain sizzling off the veins of black-gold power running across his skin. His eyes burned with a molten fury that seemed too sharp, too knowing, to belong to any ordinary man.
"This… this is insane," the reporter whispered into her mic, her professional mask crumbling. "Alexander Morrow, the man they called then God's Hand, the one rumored to have no dead patients records and all healed up completely… he's—he's not just a doctor. He's…" Her voice faltered. "…something else entirely."
As if he'd heard her again, Morrow threw Abomination back into a skyscraper's lower floors, glass cascading like rain. He stepped forward slowly, the street trembling under every footfall. And then, turning slightly—just enough—the corner of his mouth tugged into a smile.
The lens caught it. That smirk. That presence. That declaration without words: Yes. I hear you. Yes, I want the world to see.
Abomination howled and lunged from the rubble, but it was too late—because in that moment, Alexander Morrow wasn't just fighting. He was performing. Every blow, every strike was no longer just war—it was spectacle.
The reporter's voice cracked live on air. "Oh my god. He's not just fighting Abomination. He's—he's showing us."
And above it all, Morrow's laughter, low and deliberate, rolled through the storm as he caught Abomination by the throat and hurled him across the avenue.
"Come on, show me more , is this all you cam do?," he spat, voice amplified by the storm. "Show me more of it."
The camera caught his final words as he stalked forward, power bleeding from him like fire through oil:
"This city isn't yours to break. Not while I'm here."
The feed jittered, catching one last thunderous clash before static swallowed the screen.
Abomination roared, louder this time, his massive frame swelling as muscles twisted and bulged grotesquely beneath his scaled hide. The ground shook with every step he took forward, claws tearing up the concrete as he lunged at Alex with wild, primal fury.
But Alex didn't flinch.
His right hand shimmered, the black-gold energy condensing and elongating until Nyx reshaped itself—a living weapon twisting into the form of a whip, its edge glowing with a hungry, crimson pulse.
He cracked it once. The sound split the storm like lightning, the shockwave snapping across the street so hard that windows for blocks shattered in a single instant.
Abomination froze, if only for a moment.
Alex's smirk deepened, his eyes glowing hotter as he raised the whip high and let it coil, alive, around his arm.
"Now," he said, voice low but carried effortlessly through the storm, "let's break some of your bones."
The whip lashed forward, faster than sight. It wrapped around Abomination's forearm mid-swing, tightening with a hiss like molten chains.
Abomination snarled, trying to yank free, but Alex planted his feet and pulled.
The monster's massive bulk—thousands of pounds of brute muscle—slammed forward, dragged like a ragdoll into Alex's waiting strike. Alex's left fist, glowing with Nyx's condensed force, crashed upward into Abomination's ribcage. The sound was like steel beams snapping in half.
Abomination howled, spittle flying, his chest caving slightly as he staggered back, clutching at the spot where bone had cracked under Alex's blow.
The reporter screamed into her mic, almost forgetting she was live:
"He—he just broke it! He's breaking him apart!"
The cameraman, trembling but steady, zoomed tighter. Rain streaked down the lens as it caught Alex standing tall, whip still in hand, aura boiling around him like a living inferno.
"Round one," Alex muttered, coiling the whip again, eyes never leaving the monster. "Now… scream for me."
Abomination bellowed in rage, charging again—his roars echoing across the city like the voice of a beast cornered by something far deadlier than itself.
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